Everything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls...
"You will need a cast," he says, telling the nurse to get the cast supplies.
She gets them and I pick purple for my color. The nurse wraps the wrist and casts it, waiting for it to harden. It does in about two minutes and both leave, Claire grabbing my hand again. I look at her and squeeze her hand gently, her squeezing back. I close my eyes and relax, hearing the door open.
"You have visitors," the nurse says, me hearing so many footsteps walk in, then stop. One of them close the door and I open my eyes, seeing all nine guys standing at the foot of the bed.
"Why did this happen," Shawn asks, sitting on the other side of me.
"Why did your boyfriend get arrested," Corey asks, standing next to Shawn.
"Are you okay," Joey asks, standing next to Claire.
"I'm okay, and this happened because I didn't tell you guys the truth and now my body and mind's paying for it. My boyfriend got arrested because he abused me every day. He's no longer my boyfriend, he's now my ex," I say, my ribs hurting.
"Why didn't you tell us," Jim asks, standing at the foot of my bed with the others.
"I was and still am scared of my life. I didn't know if he was going to kill me, or take me away from you guys or even attempt to hurt anyone of you, including Claire," I say.
"I'm just glad he's gone," Claire says, me smiling, just a little.
"I hope he gets beaten in jail," Sid says, anger seething through his teeth as he says it. I look at Craig and he looks at me, his eyes showing every emotion so far.
"I'll sign her out, you guys stay here," Claire says, the guys all looking at my cast, Corey slowly raising a sharpie up.
"Not yet, I still need to get out of the hospital before anyone signs my cast," I say, Corey slowly putting it back in his pocket.
"Alright, I got her signed out," Claire says, me uncovering myself and putting my feet on my floor.
Sid puts a hand on my back as I stand up, my ribs hurting enough for me to put my hands on them and bite my inner lip. The ribs are only about two away, so my hand covered them. I walk out to where the exit is and Claire holds the door, all nine guys following while Sid's watching me carefully as I walk. I end up riding with Shawn and Claire riding with Craig, and we all drive back home.
"Thanks," I say, getting out and waving to him. I see Claire get out and walk to me, both of us walking in.
"How much blood is on this floor," she asks, me handing her a blacklight. She turns it on and there are about a dozen big blood stains and more than 20 blood spots, making her gag. She turns it off and hands it to me, not looking at the floor.
"Let's pack for the tour, then we can donate all that Arron had," I say, her perking up.
"I would love to burn- I mean donate everything he had," she says, saying she'd get her truck and come back.
She comes back a few minutes late and parks in the driveway, hopping out and walking with me to Arron's room.
"Do you want to donate it all, or just his valuables," she asks.
"I want to burn the pictures of us, donate his gifts to me, his clothes, his shoes and everything he has under his bed and in the bathroom," I say, asking her to help me pack for the tour before. She agrees and we enter my room, it being recently slept in since Arron usually sleeps in my room.
"Does he sleep in your room," she asks, me nodding.
"I guess you want to get rid of the sheets and pillows," she asks, me nodding.
"I'm donating them though. I don't want them to be wasted if someone else needs them," I say, Claire hugging me and rubbing my back.
"Who would want to do what he did to such a beautiful, thoughtful woman," she says, me smiling.
"A dick," I say, her laughing and getting my duffel bag out. It was a military duffel bag from a surplus store, so it was a little beaten up.
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She opens it and opens some drawers, opening my undergarment drawer.
"Ooh, your underwear is cute," she says, holding up one of my black pairs with lace hems and a pink bow on the front of the underwear and a black bra with a lace covering over the cups and a cute little pink bow in the middle.
"Heh, thanks. I try to get ones that are more cute than sexy," I say, her putting them in.
"So, do you want more underwear than bras," she asks, me nodding.
"I'll get the sets done while you go to the bathroom and get my makeup. It's downstairs," I say, putting about 20 pairs of underwear on the bottom and 10 bras with them, Claire coming back with my toiletries.
"One question," she asks.
"Yes," I ask.
"Why don't you have period products? Did Arron refuse you to have any," she asks, me smiling.
"Funny thing, I was born without eggs. It's a condition called Ovulatory Dysfunction, and I can't have kids or get my period. That's why," I say, her nodding.
